Ebube's World

 Can it ever get darker? Or maybe I should pray it gets better? What am I to say? That it didn't just happen? How did I not see it coming? How didn't I know? It was my wedding day The sky clear as crystal The sun beamed upon me  As though saying congratulations Or maybe mocking me Alas, superstition isn't always right Or perhaps it is  And so on that day, With glamour and grace Did I stand To make my oath  To the man of my dreams Who became my nightmares With cheers from guests Which may have been jests  Alas, everything becomes clear And it was all a facade His presence scares me As I could at any point be his next target As if For his boxing practice Or alas, his next hit for a mega jackpot In the ring of life called marriage How could I have known? Though the signs weren't clear He wasn't only a woman beater, But a boozer and Deeply chained smoker Truly all that glitters isn't gold The rule still applies "Read it well " And thus my nightmares begin ...

  Who lives in the dark, without getting dark? Who stays up all night, to torment the Knight? Who says the truth, in a way so doom? While contemplating the answer, Here's my introduction  In the time of deep darkness, When the night seems but young I arise to tell you your truth  Though the truth isn't what you want Reality isn't palatable, That's why you build castle in the air. And guess my favorite part of the drama  When I scatter it(hahaha) Guess you didn't see it coming, That's why the thrill gets cunning. Cos why you hide in your palace so high, I come standing by your window, To hear your pleasure music, Your screams(hahaha) And of course, As the villain  I have an opponent, Here comes the hero, My one true love, Giving you ideas to grow your castle, Of justice which of course doesn't exist.  I must now return to the dark, And watch the realm of men Praising their supposed hero. And of course, When men sleep, I shall arise, To tell you the truth Wit...

The Devil does Bargain But it may not be to your good. But it's better than nothing, He argues, You have no choice He insists. Maybe, It's not that bad. You think Thus a bargain has been struck. The Devil does Bargain Thrusting you down, Leaving you screaming, Between the waters Full of Sharks  Hungry for you and Thorns above you  To choke you, If you raise yourself With a rope seeming not strong. At least, He argues, You aren't dead yet. With tears in your eyes,  You can't argue less, Somehow, It's your truth. It's a bargain The Devil actually does Bargain. © Ebube

 As we pray and hustle for daily bread, Let's not forget to thank God for daily breath. As people hustle reach waterside, Na so they don leave their mother side. As the hustle dey real, Hell also dey real, Na so paradise take dey. In all your hustle,  Acknowledge him, You no go lack daily bread. He said as birds take fine, Wey we dey admire, Say you important pass am. Say flowers wey, E beauty dey enta eyes so tey, We dey pick am put for head, Na so your hair dey important so tey He count am. Why worry for nothing. Shout out to the hustlers You important scatter. © Ebube

To ICT UNN, I extend my greetings,   Hoping this message finds you in well-being. Witnessing students' plight, despite intentions pure,   In domains where excellence should endure.   Your staff, akin to gods, in office throne,   Dispensing directives, to students' groan. Far be it, that I should be without help, In a system where favoritism dwells.   Within academia's corrupt embrace,   Education's conductor, flawed in its pace. The country, in need of divine grace,   Leaves your efforts seeming a futile chase. © Ebube  

"Just believe" Was all he said. How can I just believe? When things seem to be falling apart And the center can't hold. How can I just believe? When my head is all over the place. How can I just believe? When my faith isn't strong, And I need a push to keep me moving. How can I just believe? Does he understand a thing? Does he know how hard it is down here? He sits up there and releases what he feels is right. "Just believe" is all he can say to me. Then he said, Isn't it so simple? But it's difficult, Just believe, And it will come to pass "It's impossible to you, right? But did you just believe?" Realization struck It wasn't yours to know if it works Your work was Just BELIEVE © Ebube  

  I love him, But he doesn't know of my existence . Only if he could notice me, But alas,  I don't exist in his world. I watched him with admiration in my eyes, As he walked by. As he smiled to those around, When will he smile at me like that? I doubt that will happen soon. As I looked on,  He turned toward me, I shifted my gaze, He can't see me, I thought, But he walked up to me,  All smiles, Ooh that beautiful smile. "Hi" he said to me  "Hope you're good?" "Smile shyly. I'm good " "Ok, I'm Kind of busy at the moment, We'll speak some other time, Take care of yourself." "Bye" i said in return  Still smiling to myself. I wished this would happened, Even as I daydream, Still watching him. Ebube PS: I'm leaving the title space empty so that you can suggest a title. Let me get your title in the comment section.

 My Monthly Visitor Have you met the monthly guest? She arrives unannounced, catching you off guard, Yet, strangely, you're always expecting her. Panic arises when she's absent, A reminder, perhaps, of your indiscretions. Despite your frown at her arrival, You secretly pray for her presence. And so it unfolds, In the springtime, Love lingering in the air, My face concealed by a mask. Here she is, my beloved visitor, Unlike others, she enters without a knock, Unrestricted access, unless my abode is unkempt. And so it transpires, On this particular day, She graces me with her presence, Unrestricted as always_ she's welcome. I, her host, nonchalant, Until she announces herself, A stamp on my door, "Oh, you're here. Didn't notice. When you're done, please leave." But for now, enjoy your stay, As you know, I'm indifferent, Inform me if discomfort arises, Or depart, returning at your whim. Such is my courtesy as your host. © Ebube

  "Romans 1:16, For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ, for it is the power of God to salvation for everyone who believes, for the Jew first and also for the Greek." This keeps me going, Even when the world seems lonely. When everything seems to go Gaga And I wan craze. How I go wan craze When I get Grace? How Shame go catch me When I still dey sane? As I don believe I get salvation And he said "you are joint heirs with the son" Therefore I can't be ashamed. They shall gather, It's not my job to fear gathering Cause he sets tables before me, In the presence of my enemies. Men shall come to your rising, When they gather for my rising Why I go shame? Therefore, if their gathering,isn't to my rising, Na them lose. So they will scatter and of course be ashamed. Therefore, greater is he in me Why should I shame? © Ebube

  Can't believe I'm all grown up, Yesterday seems but a breath, When tears flowed freely, unashamed. Calls made, And people hurried, To witness tears fall, Offering words of solace, Their presence a comforting embrace. But now, In the throes of pain, Yearning to cry, I search for solace, Yet find no one to call, For I must swallow my sorrow, And masquerade as grown up. © Ebube

*A Valentine gift* Have you heard of angels? Do you believe in angels? Have you seen an angel? I have She's beauty personified Godliness humanized Intelligence actualized  Onyinye Chukwu Marama As her name implies Is a beautiful gift from God An answer that good people Can also get good gifts And a rare one at that A beautiful listener  Attentive to my whining And always praying for my crushes to reduce  Especially the one on Ghost With lots of love I deliver this message of love to my beautiful gift Onyinye _Marama  © Ebube

  When you hear of Ghost What comes to mind? "Spirits that refuse to rest Or cross over to the other side But insist on staying with humans" "Well I have a different view. Can an arrogant, proud and rude being Still seems cool and interesting?" My new view on Ghost "Ghost is friendly, Arrogant and rude Ghost is cutely proud, Ghost is cool, Ghost is helpful." Sincerely, Exempting the rude, arrogant and proud Nature of Ghost, He's a cool, intentional guy. So when next I talk on Ghost He could be you👉🏽👈🏼  © Ebube Note:Ghost is an actual person, this poem is inspired by a person who seems rude and arrogant from afar but on getting closer, he is actually a nice person. 

In great fear So great my fear The thought of it makes me shiver  So great do I shiver Because I think of it  So deeply do I think of it My bones become weak So weak That I don't think straight You may wonder why? Yes why, why? It makes others happy So so happy Why making me sad Seriously so sad It is my panic My panic It's my panic of getting older Older than my recent year The thought makes me shiver The thought of getting older The thought of getting to accountability Accountability of my own life The thought of getting to adulthood The thought of facing the world and answering "what's your achievement?" Thought of having to think of others (husband and children) Before thinking of yourself It makes me crazy So, so crazy It may seem stupid So ...stupid But it's my fear It's my panic My panic of getting older Older than 17 Moving to 18 Hitting 20 Rocking 30 Aging 50 Not knowing when you clock 70,80 and so on  ©Ebube